get out of my way, or i'll deck your halls

i really wanted slippers.

it's gotten around to that time again where i've reestablished my fondness for walking around the house in really warm, fuzzy slippers. i haven't had this phase in a few years now, and it just seemed like it was that time again. unfortunately, 'that time' is currently fraught with horrible christmas propaganda, rearing its ugly, shiny, red and white ass in my face at every turn i take. there's too much christmas crap around me to even burn down.

so there i was at the department store's slipper section, debating the finer points of sole thickness and the merits of solid colors versus leopard prints. 'deck the hall' was playing over and over again on the loudspeakers, in a neverending cycle of one bad cover song pouring itself all over the store followed by another, equally bad version. once one song would end, another, more saccharine, tooth-rotting version would slowly fade in. it felt like i was going through that recursive, mathematical mode that i sometimes get into when i'm on acid. it reminds me why i don't really take acid too much anymore.

this particular deck the halls that was playing while i was deep in thought about slippers sounded like one of those horrible female pop crooners that i can't stand. one of those singers that people would tell me "you might not know who she is, but you would definitely recognize her voice if you heard it." it freaks me out that it's possible for me to identify voices of people that i don't know. it sounds like some horrible subconscious experiment happening over the airwaves, pounding our brains into the pavement with their incessant "pop r&b adult contemporary alternative" music. once our brains are sufficiently pounded to a pulp, they're fed to zombies through those gigantic striped mcdonald's straws. would that give the zombies mad consumer disease?

was it celine dion? why would i know that name? why were my thoughts turning from the immediate problem of slippers and distracting me with names like celine dion? it sounds like salad dressing.

anyway, in the end i found some great slippers. they're made of blue muppet fur and my feet sink really deep into the overcushioned soles. i can't seem to get deck the hall out of my head though.

help.

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